Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1887-08-27

Ark period, 4 5cd>IcaU winch Ldu como |
over on the Mayfower and a rheumatic
old stand made in l776 held up II tin
wash-dish and blue pitcher without a
handle.
as this the ct al, Mr.. Bow jer?n | |
asked as dropped into the only chair !
with baby and looked around
"Do you want the earth?" he roared
back. "What do we come to the coun-
try for? Do we expect to find palaces
out here? | tell you, this is the most
picturesque, romantic spot Eve seen in
twenty years, and | propose to put in
two months heren'
| finally got baby to sleep, made my
toilet and then went out with Mr. Bow
ser to view the neighborhood.
There was lake.
Ii was almost forty rods long, and
almost twenty rods wide
There were post-oflice and a black
smith shop.
There were tive hay-stacks, ruined
saw-mill and lame horse.
That was all, and ! returned to tho
hotel while Mr. Bowser went fishing.
We had supper at SIX o clock. The
landlady rang three bells. The first
was to notify us that we could expect
supper; the second was that supper
was being prepared; the third that
supper was ready. Between the differ
ent bells Mr.. Bowser picked the burrs
off his pantaloons, rubbed some ONT
mcnt on his neck, and said to me:
Nv all feel the change already.
haven't seen you and baby look so well
in six months, while | have the appe-
tite of a horse. | think We'll put in
three months here
When we went in to supper we fount
knives and forks without handles
cracked plates and table cloth witt
seven holes literally and artisticall,
distributed throughout its length an'
breadth. The tea might have beel
sage, or it might have been catnip
The biscuits were yellow with salera
tus. The butter was white in the fac
and tasted of the last generation
There were some fried eggs, but the
had scared a setting hen off the nest
get them. The milk in the pitcher ha
turned. 1t probably belonged to til
e Turner society. Mr. Bowser tried
| stuff himself in order to carry h
: point, but it was no use. He migl
have restrained himself until mornin
had | not said as we returned to I'll
h bedrooms:
"As for living, yum! yuml Think
t cream. fresh eggs, ycl--!"
: Yes. think Of it.n he roared. "Wl
Y got me out here! Who was whinin
). about the pure air Of the country
II finding fault with our table-complail
f ing of our 14A1S bedroom. You,
n succeeded in dragging us out here, al
Y now hope you feel better!'
: We sat on the veranda and fougI
:, mosquitoes until ten o'clock and the
,e went TO bed 1t was bedstead with
~ cord in it, and it was a straw bed {
n which we slept There wasn't a me
:. quito bar at any door or window in Il
N house and we We're hardly in bed b
N fore the pests pitched on us. Scv'
d different times before midnight did NJ
lie Bowserget out Of bed, light the tallo
r dip and attack the enemy. He W
# getting out for the eighth tin
when the cord broke and Y
all went through TO the hOC
Then we got up and sat up the rest
the night, catching cat-naps betwe
ne the bites. We might not have knoy
= when day broke, except for the kind
NJ, interest taken in us by stray hog. I
w beast crept under the house, and t
space was SO small that he lifted t
"A boards under our feet with his bac
u When we felt the boards lift we knC
that another day had dawned upon t
II picturesque locality,
m We left the hotel before breakfa
~ and were home to dinner, Mr.. Bo
= ser seemed very much occupied vi
| his thoughts ON the way home, a
II when we finally entered the house
turned on me and said:
,e Mrs. Bowser, I'm Il man who C
bear good deal before losing my te
III per, but want to give you fair war
III inc right here and now that | want
or more of your nonsense! The ne
n. time you mention country to mt
=, next time you dragoon me into anotl
% excursion of this kind shall be ju'
ma fled in-in--n
And he kicked the trunk, pitched
at fishing tackle into the back yard, a
If. went out to get some cold cream
IT, his blsters, burns and bites.-Den
of Free Press.